American Psycho Lyrics - Devils Night - D-12

I'm the devil, if ever there was such a thing 

The results of much too many drugs what you're seeing 

I'm a mindfuck, completely dis-(gu-uh-uh)-sting 

I'm (what), a human mutt fuck a being I'm a dog 

Fuck lambs, I'm silencing 'em all 

I'm involved in murders forensic science couldn't solve 

Giant set of balls too big to buy a set of drawers 

Might as well unzip my fly and let 'em fall to the floor 

Each thought's completely warped 

I'm like a walking, talking, Ouija board 

Speaking in tongues, I've never spoke this speech before 

Hhem-delle-la, ennich-me-noughh-mi-niche-mick-norrf 

Have you ever experienced spirits in lyrics when you hear 'em 

'til you scared to stare in into any mirrors when you near 'em? 

Well if so, get ready for some shit, yo 

"Is this some kind of sick joke?" Shit no, motherfucking schizo 

So disturbed, he just goes so berserk, he tiptoes 

Fist first with scissors to slit throats of just hoes 

Just goes to shizzow you dizzon't, fizzuck with 

So-someone this disturbed, sa-sippin on si-zzurp 

So lock your doors, drop to the floors 

Get your shotguns drawn here comes another "Clockwork Orange" 

Look at Bizarre, you really think he's right in his mind? 

What the fuck you think's goin' through when he's writin' his rhyme 

You bout to, journey into the mind of a psychopath killer 

Blood spiller, mentality much iller 

Than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams 

You'll feel his pain and his silent screams 

You bout to, journey into the mind of a psychopath killer 

Blood spiller, mentality much iller 

Than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams 

You'll feel his pain and his violent screams 

It's Friday night, I'm at a rave again 

Picking up transvestites on my Harley-Davidson (hey hop on) 

My girlfriend's a crackhead whore 

She'll come to your door, suck your dick on the floor 

And take your bottles to the store (nigga, I'm takin these) 

Have you ever seen a bitch get beat because she won't cheat 

Run the street and suck another nigga's meat? 

My son's sixteen years old with nowhere to stay (dad it's me) 

I told him he wasn't mine, slammed the door in his face 

And I ain't got no food, my job I've been cheated 

My girlfriend had a miscarriage (I'm sorry) I had to eat it (ohh) 

My dick is burning, it ain't cause of disease 

Because I'm jacking off with gasoline mixed with antifreeze (AHH!) 

I'm living in Waco Texas, me and my girl 

Fuck David Koresh, I'm starting my own world 

It's called Bizarre Cemetery, it's scary 

Eating a virgin's cherry, then I'm gonna laugh at you Carrie 

You bout to, journey into the mind of a psychopath killer 

Blood spiller, mentality much iller 

Than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams 

You'll feel his pain and his silent screams 

You bout to, journey into the mind of a psychopath killer 

Blood spiller, mentality much iller 

Than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams 

You'll feel his pain and his violent screams 

I was born feet first, smoke 40's and drink weed 

The Lord rehearsed my birth, I'm the worst breed 

A nigga you ever set sight on, my right arm's 

Got more power than 5 of Ivan Drago's pythons so 

"Journey into the mind of a psychopath killer" 

Light yo' ass like a liquid nitro-gas spiller 

Psycho slash Michael Myers, Michael Jack's "Thriller" 

Rifle slash knife faggot that's your "Cop Killer" 

As a yung'un, I was beat where I was living (aight) 

Cross-dressed just to get thrown in the women's prison 

I guess I was just stressed to be a hoodlum 

Being pressed caused the stress that caused the Ritalin 

Pressed stressed and Ritalin caused the cop's feelings 

To be hurt after they seen what I did to those children 

I'm vulgaric, you Bo Derek; I throw you face flat off the terrace 

So you can have somethin' to stare at 

You bout to, journey into the mind of a psychopath killer 

Blood spiller, mentality much iller 

Than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams 

You'll feel his pain and his silent screams 

You bout to, journey into the mind of a psychopath killer 

Blood spiller, mentality much iller 

Than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams 

You'll feel his pain and his violent screams